are you hiding in the underground, where bugs roam freely, the earth embraces you warmly, every bit of rich, fertile soil shielding you away from monsters above ground, from the harsh rays of the sun, from the harsh words failing to pierce through the thick earth?
indeed, the underground is a safe haven, a retreat house, a week away from the hectic nature of life, a loving embrace in another’s arms of consolation, a vacation trip to the beach, the breeze calming the storm in your thoughts.
but, one way or another, someday you’ll need to climb back up.
someday, you’ll need to expose yourself to the threats of the creatures hunting you down, to the raindrops hitting with much force, to the stones of criticism thrown at you.
someday, you’ll need to retaliate, to channel that lionhearted soul of yours.
someday, you’ll need to fight fear and fight back, and the fates predict that, in the end, you’ll succeed.
because the sun is not purposed to burn you. rather, the sun is always meant to shine for you.

To begin, Longclaw’s history is murky. It came into
possession of the Mormonts a hundred years before Ice came into the possession
of the Starks. The Mormonts have long been a poor house, and would not have
been able to afford such a weapon. This meant they would have needed to come
into it through battle, like similar poor houses, or that is was given to them
or found, but the chance of them giving it to their liege lords is actually
quite high.

It’s rather interesting that such a poor house with a
sword that was given to the main character had no story shared about its
origin. It must be interesting. Maybe too interesting and spoilery. Perhaps it
is a mystery even to the Mormonts. Perhaps it was given to them by the Starks.
Perhaps it isn’t a valyrian sword, but the
first important sword made in similar fashion - Lightbringer. We don’t know.

But this isn’t a meta about Longclaw’s creation or its
heritage. No, this meta is about Longclaw’s future with the Starks – with Jon
and Sansa specifically.

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

It was funny how things worked out in life. You had imagined this very scene for the past year, replaying it over and over in your mind until you could point out the most minor details in your sleep, yet why did it play out so differently in reality? Everything that could have gone wrong, did go wrong. As unsettling as it was to consider… maybe you didn’t know who your best friend really was.

After a confused Lucifer wakes up in the middle of the desert with his wings back, he recruits the help of Chloe to help figure out what happened to him and why. Upon doing their own research, they come across a crime scene that could be tied to Lucifer’s kidnapping. When the Lancaster Police Department get involved, newcomer Lieutenant Marcus Pierce (Tom Welling) fails to make a great impression on everyone with his stern demeanor. The investigation goes awry when Lucifer finds himself in another compromising situation and something much darker is revealed in the all-new “They’re Back, Aren’t They?” Season Three premiere episode of LUCIFER airing Monday, Oct. 2 (8:00-9:00 PM ET/PT) on FOX. (L-301) (TV-14 D, L, V)

Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents’ death. But Derek’s in the popular group, he’s a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn’t have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship.

The street was full of people going to work, as Derek headed for the entrance of the Whittemore building. He wasn’t paying attention to the people around him, despite being a nightly crime fighter. That was his night job. During the day, he didn’t do it.

Not unless he had a bad feeling. Like now.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he felt a pair of eyes on him, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as a chill ran down his spine. He ignored the man bumping into him and calling him something rude, and instead zoned in on the feeling.

A tight grip around his bag and the coffee cup, he turned his head and looked over his shoulder.

OR Derek is a superhero. So is Stiles. Neither of them know this about each other though.

Stiles and Derek were inseparable growing up, but then college, jobs, and life happened. When Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills a decade later, he doesn’t expect to reconnect with Derek, and he sure doesn’t expect to fall in love with him.

A sudden strangled noise beside him made Derek snap his eyes open. He huffed out an angry breath, pursing his lips, irritated at the interruption.

It was Stiles. Stiles with bulging eyes, a red face and a hand clamped on his mouth. He was struggling to keep back his loud snort. Derek shot him a piercing glare, trying and failing to find his rhythm again.

“Okay, fine,” Erica holds up her hands, “don’t listen to me, continue to pine forever, spend the entirety of winter break being ‘just friends’ with him in a castle full of mistletoe, see if I care. But if, on the other hand, you actually want to be even a little proactive about this, I have a plan.”

Summary:
Hoseok, a prince who has driven away as many princesses than he can remember.
But once he finally is forced to marry y/n, things get a little intense and
there is a lot of stress and sexual attention. Hoseok is cocky and an asshole
in y/n’s eyes, but can he prove he’s not all that before he drives away his
princess?

Genre:
Fluff, angst,

Warnings:
Touching

Word
Count: 1.5k

“What!?” Y/n’s loud and irritated voice was heard throughout the halls
of the castle, startling some of the maids who were cleaning or walking by. “In
two days, you will marry Prince Hoseok III.” Her father stated as she stood
behind her dressing screen and took in a sharp breath when the corset was
pulled tighter than usual. “He’s going to be staying in the castle starting
from today. He will be arriving soon so suggest you hurry and be polite.” And
with that he walked out and downstairs, y/n wasn’t going to be polite.

“Polite. Why should I? I’m the one being forced to marry some stranger I
don’t even know.” She huffed annoyed, Mina the maid was worried that y/n would
do something crazy like she has done in the past. Yes y/n has been set up to
marry another man Prince Seokjin but she drove him crazy and he cancelled the
ceremony. But there was no getting out of it this time, or was there? After the
long process of clothes, hair and makeup y/n finally descended the stairs
slowly. One hand holding up the gown so she didn’t fall and the other holding
onto the railing to keep her steady.

“Y/n is a very…extraordinary girl, so please do take care.” Her father
stated to the young boy with tangerine orange hair that had been separated in
the middle. His sharp and captivating features that made almost any woman fall
for him, but to y/n he was just another man trying to steal the throne.
“Speaking of y/n, here she is.” Y/n turned the corner and made her way down the
staircase, the three men standing there and watching. A small smirk on his face
as she finally looked up to meet his gaze, expression kept blank but the pain
was all in her eyes. She walked forward and bowed to the two men, and being the
gentleman he is Hoseok also too bowed to y/n.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you princess.” He said with a slight cocky grin
on his face, one she would love to just slap off his face. She could tell
already she hated him. He stood with his hands behind his back and engaged in
the conversation with the two older men. “Y/n why don’t you go show Hoseok
around the gardens?” Her father said giving her a pleading look and she nodded,
giving Hoseok one last glance before turning on her heel and walking, Hoseok
bowing to the men before following her. Hoseok smirked as he walked along
beside the girl who continued to fan herself as they walked around the garden.

“You look beautiful.” He complemented trying to break the silence. “Yes,
well Princesses are supposed to look beautiful even if it cuts off their blood
circulation, right?” She answered back sarcastically. He chuckled, a smirk
planted on his face as they continued to walk. “So, Princess, are you always
this moody?” he asked, y/n feeling offended rolled her eyes and fanned herself
faster. “Only to snobby, rude people like you.” She spat back annoyed.

“Yah~Princesses shouldn’t speak such words to their future husband.” He
said causing y/n to roll her eyes as if he was going to be staying for long.
“You’re not going to be my future husband. You won’t last a day with me.” She
stated before continuing to walk around the garden. Hoseok loved a challenge so
to him this would be a piece of cake, but little did he know y/n wasn’t like
all princesses when it comes to resisting. She would play dirty just to get him
out of her life. She had two days to get rid of this guy, game on.

Y/n had tried everything throughout the day, from stepping on his
feet to spilling her tea on him but nothing was working. He knew she was going
it all on purpose and he knew she wouldn’t stop, but he wasn’t giving in. You
see Hoseok actually liked y/n, he had met her in the past and that’s why she
hated him. They met not long ago when they were younger and Hoseok was a bit of
an annoying person back then, therefore one of the reasons y/n hated him. They
both sat at the table next to each other, silence filling the room.

“So, Hoseok I hear you are interested in art work.” Her father started
and Hoseok nodded, as he began to talk about different artworks he had seen in
the past and his favourite artists. While doing so though y/n had placed her
hand on the young prince’s thigh and slowly began to move it up towards his
clothed member, the things is the princess and prince are not allowed to have
sexual intercourse or perform any sexual activity before they wed, which was
what made this game even more exciting. Hoseok shot y/n a glare before he
continued to talk.

She left her hand sitting there and moving ever so slightly, as much as
he hated her and wanted her to stop in his facial expressions, the growing
bulge was saying otherwise. “Yes, I have a big interest in it. My mother used
to love art…before she passed away,” Hearing those words made y/n come to a
complete stop to what she was doing and pull her hand away. Placing it back in
her own lap as she bowed her head, she didn’t want to look up at him or anyone
else. “I have to excuse myself.” She said standing up, everyone’s eyes on her
including Hoseok’s who looked at her with concern.

He may not know her that well but
he could tell by how red her face was the way she avoided eye contact that she
was about to cry. Y/n made her way out of the dining room and outside in the
garden. Going and sitting by the fountain before she began to cry. She lost her
mother too, and just hearing someone talk about theirs made her think of the
last moments she had with hers. Hoseok stood on the other side of the fountain,
watching as she would sniffle and wipe her nose with her hand. How he hated to
see her cry, over his own sappy story.

He walked over, pulling out a handkerchief and holding it between his
index and middle finger gently. She looked at it and took it, already knowing
who it was. She wiped away the tears on her face that she hated for him to see.
Hoseok took a seat down next to the crying princess and sighed, looking up at
the stars that shined so brightly in the night sky. “You shouldn’t waste your
tears princess…” He said finally turning his head to see only one side of hers.
Her eyes still teary and focused on the bush in front of her. “Yah~Why are you
crying over something that happened years ago?” He asked cupping her face and
wiping away her tears with his thumbs.

“I lost my mother too…when I was just a young girl. And I guess it’s
just nice to know that someone else knows what it’s like.” She sniffled and he
couldn’t help but stare into her glossy orbs that threatened to release the
tears she was holding in. “How come you never told me?” He asked and she
lowered her head, looking down at her cold hands. Licking her dry lips she
finally met his gaze to answer him. “Because, I didn’t think you would
understand.” Her words were almost a whisper. Slowly, he leaned in wanting to
connect her soft lips with his and she wasn’t stopping him. “Princess y/n,
Prince Hoseok…” The maid interrupted suddenly.

Hoseok’s eyes still fixed on the girl as he sighed and stood up, leaving
the princess sitting there still dazed. “I was sent to alert you two that your
fathers were concerned. Is everything okay?” He asked and Hoseok nodded,
dusting off his jacket and looking at the maid once again before giving her a
sincere smile. Y/n sat there, dumfounded and unsure of why she was about to
kiss Hoseok. “We should head back inside, it’s freezing out here.” Hoseok
breathed, his breath was visible in the cold and he helped her stand up to her
two feet. “C’mon..” He cooed as he walked back towards the palace with her. Why
was he being so nice? Y/n thought as she stole glances from him.

She took in his features, his sharp jawline, his tanned skin, his soft
and plump lips, his piercing eyes that never failed to sparkle. He a caught the
girl staring at him and couldn’t help but smirk slightly. Oh wait, here’s the
cocky shit. She thought to herself, remembering that he was still an asshole
when he wanted to be which was 95% of the time lately.

You thought breaking up with Namjoon would be some sort of
finalised, last swoop of pain. No more hurt after that. But, after you slammed
the door to your dorm in his face, it hurt more. Not even his actions, just the
realisation, that, fuck, I’m alone, and the future I had planned is no longer
going to play out. It was terrifying, and you spent the weekend crying over it,
until Sunday evening rolled around, and you decided the best route would be a
change, and to go back to doing what you do best. Focusing on your studies
rather than the feeling in your chest. Lying in your bed at 9:30 pm, seemed
almost an achievement. You’d expected yourself to run off to the party down the
hall, get drunk and go home and cry more. But self-control seemed to win over,
and your cold sheets enveloped you in a cocoon of heartbreak. Kicking them from
your body, you moved to the mirror, and gazed at your phone screen.

Now- the one thing you never thought you’d be doing after a
breakup is standing in front of the dorm’s bathroom mirror, a pin in hand,
ready to pierce your own lip. Change felt right, and you thought maybe through switching up your appearance, it would switch up the ache in your chest.

You had the jewellery- Lisa had jokingly gotten
it for you when Namjoon said he was into ‘rebellious girls’ when you’d first
met him. Namjoon. The name alone made you shudder, and you sneered in disgust.
You placed the pin against the skin under your bottom lip, and pressed down. It
hurt like a fucking bitch. Half way through, you dropped the pin, and shook
your head, beginning to cry again. Now you were half pierced, sobbing, and in a
shit tonne of unnecessary pain. Giving up on your one night stand as a piercer, you moped back to your bed, and fell into it. The pain radiating from the
failed expedition slowed to a dull ache, and with that, you fell asleep.

The week was going slowly, your failed piercing had healed a
bit, and it was finally Wednesday. Lisa and you had hung out quite a lot, and
things were looking up. Wednesdays meant psychology class, which meant you
would be walking home with your friend Mingyu. He was the same age as you, and
he had the same interests, the same dislikes. The two of you had met last year
during a group project and he’d been your closest friend since then, apart from Lisa. He knew all about Namjoon, about the break up, the cheating. He wasn’t
Kim Namjoon’s biggest fan. Your walk home was filled with chatter, happily
laughing at the silly mistakes your older professor had made during the
lecture. Suddenly, a question popped into your mind. “Hey, Mingyu, you’re a
guy,’’ Mingyu cocked an eyebrow at this. “I think so, I mean, I’ve never
questioned it or- wait, where the fuck is this going?” You pulled your lip
between your teeth, debating over whether this question would cross the
boundaries of friendship. “What do guys think about virgins?” His eyes widened,
and he looked around as though worried someone had heard you. “Y/N, are you fucking
drunk again? Jesus Christ, dude, don’t just- “

You shook your head, and sat down on a nearby bench. “Mingyu,
do guys like them or not?” Mingyu studied your expression, gathering the
seriousness behind it. He took a deep breath, as though weighing his options
out, before he began to speak. “I mean, somewhat. Perverted guys do, they like
the, ugh, this is so embarrassing. A lot of guys feel powerful ‘cause of it.
But then a lot of guys feel it’s too much to handle, ya know? The pressure of
being someone’s first scares a lot of men, and women I suppose too.” You
hummed, understanding perfectly what he meant. “Thanks, Mingyu, I’ll call you
later,” you murmured and Mingyu stared at you with confusion. “Y/N, what in the
fucking flying fuck? You can’t ask these questions and then just up and go!
What the fuck dude,” You smiled at him, kissing his cheek and turning on your
heel towards the dorm, leaving him a confused, spluttering mess.

The walk back felt peaceful, and for the first time in the
past week, your chest felt lighter, and maybe even bearable to take note of.
The urge to ignore the pain no longer was a demand. It ignored itself to most
degrees, and the occasional twinge of heartbreak throbbed and ebbed away
slowly. Stopping at the college café for a coffee, the air around you shifted
noticeably, making you wonder if perhaps Namjoon was there. Turning on your
heel, you came into view of Kim Seokjin, who was smiling and holding your order
of coffee- what the fuck? He offered it out to you, and you took it hesitantly.
“Y/N, don’t be all shy and shit, it’s not like I roofied it. And before you
ask, I may have bribed Namjoon into giving me your order.” You stared at him
with a death glare, rolling your eyes. “Sorry, I’m just surprised you took the
time to get coffee for a whore like me,” you spat back, already sick of him.
What did he want? Drama? Details on the break up? You didn’t care in the least.
So long as he was gone quickly. He flinched at your words, breaking his fuckboy
façade before jumping back into it fully. “Listen, Y/N, Namjoon said you had
been messing with other guys and I get protective, as do the boys and-“

“That’s funny, Jin, mm, because if I remember correctly, he
was the one messing around with other people outside of our relationship. And
you knew.” Jin’s eyes settled on the ground, as he shook his hair in front of
his face before gazing up. “This isn’t about Namjoon, Y/N. The boys and I wanna
apologise, our way. Please, just give me your number and I’ll handle it all.”
Your mind clicked over the consequences of giving Kim Seokjin your number. Dick
pics? Nothing you couldn’t just delete and block. Threats? Like he would
bother. Namjoon making his way back into your life? Hmm, that was definitely a risk
of associating with Jin. “Remember, Y/N. No Namjoon. Just the boys and
I.” You nodded slowly, pulling out a pen and writing your digits onto the top
of the coffee cup, handing it back to him.

He smiled back at you, and for a
moment he looked your average, sweet guy, rather than heartthrob-lady killer
Kim Seokjin. “See you around,” he grinned, before racing off.

(a/n: okay so like, i write as often as possible, and do my classes online so this fic is gonna be updated really regularly if thats cool with yall? also, tell me your thoughts on fuckboy!bts, do you wanna see this story get happier or maybe a bit more angst?)

A sudden strangled noise beside him made Derek snap his eyes open. He huffed out an angry breath, pursing his lips, irritated at the interruption.

It was Stiles. Stiles with bulging eyes, a red face and a hand clamped on his mouth. He was struggling to keep back his loud snort. Derek shot him a piercing glare, trying and failing to find his rhythm again.

- Sleepy a lot, loves dressing in a failed punk style, loves stuffed animals, usually advice friend/mom friend, stressed 24/7, works a lot. Loves watching youtube too much (lets players) and reading smut often (…a bit of a pervert I guess dhsbfsj). If not smut, then mystery/thrillers. Ends up staying up too late playing dumb rhythm games. Embarrassing selection of music, usually tries being as nice, patient, and understanding as possible, unless the person is a relentless asshole.

- Coffee is the best, so are jackets and obscure weird shirts. Black/dark lipstick is a must! Has a hidden set of piercings and a wrist tattoo! But embarrassingly cheesy at times with not very good self confidence. Likes to try and pump others up if they’re feeling down! Proud big sister to a dorky little brother!

HIII FRIENDafter our talk last night I went and binged buzzfeed blue anyWAYS I’ve shipped you with *drum roll*

Saeran

The first time I saw your selfie he IMMEDIATELY popped into my head. You guys would be perfect together as long as you don’t mind sharing eyeliner with him. He would LOVE your piercings and “failed punk style.” Also, anytime you have a birthday, expect him to get you a shit load of stuffed animals. He knows you like them and now that’s ALL HE GETS YOU he’s just so bad at shopping

Headcanon

“This is an absolute joke.”

You watched as the cheesy special effects make the ghost pop up again

“I mean, this isn’t even scary! It’s more of a comedy, right Sae-”

You stopped

When you looked over at your boyfriend, he was petrified

Seriously? He can join an evil organization without batting an eye, but this scares him?

“Uhh, Saeran?”

He glanced over at you

“I know what you’re thinking,” he sighed, “and no, I’m not scared of this movie.”

You scooted closer to him and furrowed your eyebrows

“Then why-”

Saeran held up his phone, shoving the screen in your face

“Hey bro, let’s hang tomorrow! I’ll pick you up at 10am, be readdyyyyyy~”

You looked back up at Saeran’s distressed face and felt laughter escape your lips